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Eric and Vicky crept across overgrown parkland together. It was more like a jungle now than the urban oasis it had once been. Vicky had seen more greenery in London over the last couple of days than she ever remembered seeing before. Had it always been there, or was it just an illusion? Was the land being steadily reclaimed by nature? Whatever the reason, she couldn’t help thinking she’d initially chosen the wrong side of the River Thames to try and survive on. The south bank had proved far more habitable.
It didn’t take long to reach the river. Eric’s was a terraced house literally on the banks of the Thames, midway along a row of twelve. Vicky climbed up to the first-floor entrance and paused to catch her breath. She couldn’t start to imagine how much the relatively modest townhouse
